You, sir, are a joke. After your daily double meat double cheese whataburger, you invite Pele and Edward over for some Twister. The game always ends up the same way - with you successfully mounting each of them in 15 minute intervals. Next, you try and woo them with your football 'knowledge' and the leave shortly thereafter. After they leave, you start feeling depressed about how in highschool, you could never get a date for prom so you always just took your cousin. But hey, at least you scored. Then there was that one day your sophomore year at atm when you met George (legal name was Georgette) under the big oak tree for some necking.
